Drank N Smoke Gudda Gudda (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I make the cadillac swerve
Left hand gripping the wood grane wheel
Right hand up her skirt
My passenger is whine fine
I got fine dimes all across the world
I'm connected like wifi
Why ask why I do what I do?
But your girl got the answers, I'm screwing her too
This a Young Money party, bring you and your crew
Smoke something, drink something, we do what we do
Styrofoam filled with the DJ Scrue
That's the purrple for you Urkels that don't relate to
Getting fucked up, grabbing the ice, fillin' the cup up
Sipping till your eyes get low then you slumped up
Then you jumped up
Millz, roll another dutch up
Ladies tryna smoke, plus they already fucked up
Man I can't lie, this a hell of a life
Pocket full of money, it's gonna be a hell of a night

[Chorus: Gudda Gudda]
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all
We just smoke and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit, we are not like y'all